No Lies Left Poem by Irfan Habeeb A M K

I know my flaws,
the shadows I carry,
the promises I'd fail to keep.

I know my imperfections,
the jagged edges,
the cracks that reveal too much.

I know my scope,
how far my arms stretch
before falling short.

But I do not lie—
not anymore.

I've lied before,
only to be unmasked,
my face betraying the story
before it even began.

I'd scheme then,
crafting lies with care,
building castles of deception,
only to watch them crumble
under time's relentless weight.

So I gave up—
gave up on lies
that could never hold steady.

Lies are illusions,
fragile as glass,
shattering under the guilt
they pretend to suppress.

Now I keep it true,
let the light in,
where lies falter and fall.